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Description
Name: Saint Austell
Age: 18 > 28
Gender: Female
Height: 170cm // 5’7” > 172cm // 5'8"
Weight: 57kg // 126 lbs > 60kg // 134bs

Main: COMBAT - Kicks! Mainly. Swift(ish) dodging, but also rushes into battle with little self preservation. A glass cannon playing a tank class. yikes
Secondary: INDUSTRY - Wielding words as delicately as a hammer, most of Saint’s charisma comes from her sheer authenticity. Take it how you will, but if she has an objective, she will fight tooth and nail to ensure that she completes it.

Speciality: Aerokinesis
The ability to control and guide air currents.Battle:
[ STRENGTH 2 ] [ SPEED 3 ] [ VITALITY 1 ] [ INTELLIGENCE 2 ] [ LUCK 2 ]Skill: ----- [beginner]
[ A Swift Ol’ Boot ]
A kick! With some extra air force behind it. A kick with a punch.
Personality:

[ dependable | critical | boisterous | daredevil | nurturing | forthright | adaptable | compassionate | obstinate ]

Competitive, tenacious, frank to a “T”, able to go from zero to one hundred then right back again at the drop of a hat -- Saint is not one to back down without a fight, unable to ever leave without having the final say. And yet, this facet of her personality is very well hidden to authority (out of respect); or at least those who would perhaps see it as a weakness (out of caution), or use it as potential leverage against her.

Saint is genuine and as candid as they come, perhaps too much for her own good. Hidden emotions reveal themselves through body language: sadness through distance, ire with a visibly bitten tongue. As much as she is a bad liar, she has learned to combat this by being equally good at keeping quiet.

Still, amongst her glorious expletives and fiery behaviour, she has fierce devotion toward those who are close to her — friends are just as important as family and are cared for with the same intensity… but most of the time, this just showcases itself in a whole lot of nagging.

Background:

Born in a small picturesque village in County Wicklow, Ireland as an oldest sister in a family of five.
Most of the technology had integrated itself into the rural community in subtle, almost exclusively utilitarian ways, mostly for farming and the like -- the majority of the council fuddy duddies refusing to introduce anything into the town that would ruin the sanctity of the freedom of their way of life -- namely in the form of computer driven administration and (god forbid) video games.
As such, as a child Saint would often get up to things without parental supervision; with quite the track record. When she was 6, she almost drowned swimming in a ford with friends. At 8 she broke a leg and an arm falling out of climbing a massive tree. At 14 she was gifted a butterfly knife by grandad! -- only to proceed to slice her palm open shortly after trying to do knife tricks. You bet she showed the scar off to her friends.

Her powers arise on a fateful trip down to the cliffs with a group of friends at the ripe, hormone driven, daredevil age of 16.
Saint slips on the face of the cliff whilst attempting to abseil down it. Arms outstretched, she plummets toward the rocks … when her hood snags on the edge of a sharp tree branch.
The resulting momentum dislodges her from the tree, and launches her back up into the air like a ragdoll in a slingshot. When she’s lying prone on an invisible cushion of air, no broken bones, surrounded by faces of equal worry and amazement she realises something isn’t quite right.

It continues not to be quite right, from then on. Her family decided it was best kept a secret – an irregularity, a mutation -- this unknown power could potentially be destructive. And after everything they’d seen and heard about this meteorite, and the some of the devastating effects it had on other surviving populations, she was asked to keep to herself, avoid socialising as much as she had been — lest word end up spreading too far and endangering the small village. A secret best kept under wraps, much to her dismay and eagerness to play around with this newfound ability.

Their concealment of it all makes it all the more baffling when a letter arrives on their doorstep, addressed to Saint by name. Disapproval from her family was to be expected, but perhaps more unexpected was the amount of support and tears that followed.

Curiosity and with the opportunity to make something count fuelling her decision, she packs only a few belongings.

Additional Information:
Rolls neck and shoulders a lot. Tension reliever.
Voice has a soft lilt but defined consonants - typical of a Dublin accent.
Quiet and measured, yet imperative when speaking to figures of authority.
...Otherwise it’s brash, loaded with profanities, explosive T’s, almost even… drunk sounding at times, especially if she’s ranting.
Doesn’t have many belongings of her own. A hairbrush, some makeup, photo frame, and three or four sets of old clothes.
Favourite scent is lavender.
Likes eating honey straight out of the jar.
Owns an old brick Nokia.
Apart from being functional, it also doubles as a fantastic stress reliever. It bounces off a hard surface something incredible!
Also she’s getting very good at Snake.
Her little knife accident hardly kept her from practicing. Is really good at knife tricks and even more eager to show them off. Don't let her near the cutlery

Timezone:
GMT! hello from jolly england

Description
Name: Saint Austell
Age: 18 > 28
Gender: Female
Height: 170cm // 5’7” > 172cm // 5'8"
Weight: 57kg // 126 lbs > 60kg // 134bs

Main: COMBAT - Kicks! Mainly. Swift(ish) dodging, but also rushes into battle with little self preservation. A glass cannon playing a tank class. yikes
Secondary: INDUSTRY - Wielding words as delicately as a hammer, most of Saint’s charisma comes from her sheer authenticity. Take it how you will, but if she has an objective, she will fight tooth and nail to ensure that she completes it.

Speciality: Aerokinesis
The ability to control and guide air currents.Battle:
[ STRENGTH 2 ] [ SPEED 3 ] [ VITALITY 1 ] [ INTELLIGENCE 2 ] [ LUCK 2 ]Skill: ----- [beginner]
[ A Swift Ol’ Boot ]
A kick! With some extra air force behind it. A kick with a punch.
Personality:

[ dependable | critical | boisterous | daredevil | nurturing | forthright | adaptable | compassionate | obstinate ]

Competitive, tenacious, frank to a “T”, able to go from zero to one hundred then right back again at the drop of a hat -- Saint is not one to back down without a fight, unable to ever leave without having the final say. And yet, this facet of her personality is very well hidden to authority (out of respect); or at least those who would perhaps see it as a weakness (out of caution), or use it as potential leverage against her.

Saint is genuine and as candid as they come, perhaps too much for her own good. Hidden emotions reveal themselves through body language: sadness through distance, ire with a visibly bitten tongue. As much as she is a bad liar, she has learned to combat this by being equally good at keeping quiet.

Still, amongst her glorious expletives and fiery behaviour, she has fierce devotion toward those who are close to her — friends are just as important as family and are cared for with the same intensity… but most of the time, this just showcases itself in a whole lot of nagging.

Background:

Born in a small picturesque village in County Wicklow, Ireland as an oldest sister in a family of five.
Most of the technology had integrated itself into the rural community in subtle, almost exclusively utilitarian ways, mostly for farming and the like -- the majority of the council fuddy duddies refusing to introduce anything into the town that would ruin the sanctity of the freedom of their way of life -- namely in the form of computer driven administration and (god forbid) video games.
As such, as a child Saint would often get up to things without parental supervision; with quite the track record. When she was 6, she almost drowned swimming in a ford with friends. At 8 she broke a leg and an arm falling out of climbing a massive tree. At 14 she was gifted a butterfly knife by grandad! -- only to proceed to slice her palm open shortly after trying to do knife tricks. You bet she showed the scar off to her friends.

Her powers arise on a fateful trip down to the cliffs with a group of friends at the ripe, hormone driven, daredevil age of 16.
Saint slips on the face of the cliff whilst attempting to abseil down it. Arms outstretched, she plummets toward the rocks … when her hood snags on the edge of a sharp tree branch.
The resulting momentum dislodges her from the tree, and launches her back up into the air like a ragdoll in a slingshot. When she’s lying prone on an invisible cushion of air, no broken bones, surrounded by faces of equal worry and amazement she realises something isn’t quite right.

It continues not to be quite right, from then on. Her family decided it was best kept a secret – an irregularity, a mutation -- this unknown power could potentially be destructive. And after everything they’d seen and heard about this meteorite, and the some of the devastating effects it had on other surviving populations, she was asked to keep to herself, avoid socialising as much as she had been — lest word end up spreading too far and endangering the small village. A secret best kept under wraps, much to her dismay and eagerness to play around with this newfound ability.

Their concealment of it all makes it all the more baffling when a letter arrives on their doorstep, addressed to Saint by name. Disapproval from her family was to be expected, but perhaps more unexpected was the amount of support and tears that followed.

Curiosity and with the opportunity to make something count fuelling her decision, she packs only a few belongings.

Additional Information:
Rolls neck and shoulders a lot. Tension reliever.
Voice has a soft lilt but defined consonants - typical of a Dublin accent.
Quiet and measured, yet imperative when speaking to figures of authority.
...Otherwise it’s brash, loaded with profanities, explosive T’s, almost even… drunk sounding at times, especially if she’s ranting.
Doesn’t have many belongings of her own. A hairbrush, some makeup, photo frame, and three or four sets of old clothes.
Favourite scent is lavender.
Likes eating honey straight out of the jar.
Owns an old brick Nokia.
Apart from being functional, it also doubles as a fantastic stress reliever. It bounces off a hard surface something incredible!
Also she’s getting very good at Snake.
Her little knife accident hardly kept her from practicing. Is really good at knife tricks and even more eager to show them off. Don't let her near the cutlery

Timezone:
GMT! hello from jolly england